Page 109 of Pretty Savage: Defy

We move faster, separating only to come together again, our breath mingling in the narrow space between us. He seals his lips over mine, stealing my air and leaving me dizzy, using his mouth to bridge the distance his hands cannot.

“Ti amo,” he whispers against my mouth.

My legs begin to shake. My fingers knot in his shirt, feeling the muscles tense under the fabric.

“Let me go.” Carrson leans forward until his back leaves the chair. “Please.”

I hesitate.

“Wǒ ài nǐ.”

The words reach somewhere deeper than the others, awakening the memory of the road trip we took, the dark highway and his voice nearly lost under the hum of tires.

I don’t know what he said then.

I don’t know what he’s saying now.

But I know it matters.

“Yes,” I breathe. “You can touch me.”

A soft snap sounds behind him, the ribbon breaking in two.

Carrson’s arms close around me. One hand slides up my ribs, and I flinch. His fingers find the edge of the brand, and I can’t hold back my whimper. He traces around it, never over the raw skin, mapping the hurt.

“It’s okay. I won’t touch it.” He lowers both hands to my waist and holds them there, as though he has spent every restrained heartbeat deciding exactly where he will put them once I set him free.

He grips my hips and lifts me higher than I could rise on my own.

Then he pulls me down.

The force drives him deeper than I thought possible.

My cry rings out against his mouth.

He does it again, his hands controlling my body now.

He pulls me up, brings me down.

Up. Down.

Over and over.

My orgasm climbs so fast and intense it almost hurts. It builds and then crests as I come screaming for him, my body bending in endless waves that overtake every other sensation, that drown out every thought. Carrson holds me against him, forcing me to feel every pulse of the orgasm around the hard length buried inside me.

“Yes. Fuck.” His lips are at my throat. “So good, Laurel.”

His arms clamp around me. “I love you.”

The confession is almost lost under my cry.

“God, I love you so much.”

His body locks beneath mine, his release pumping deep inside me while he buries his face against my neck.

For several breaths, I can’t think beyond the waves moving through me and the fierce beat of his heart against mine.

Then the words separate themselves from everything else. They come echoing back to me.